A brief-yet-ongoing journal of all things Carmi. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll reach for your mouse to click back to Google. But you'll be intrigued. And you'll feel compelled to return following your next bowl of oatmeal. With brown sugar. And milk.

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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Gables on a godless roof

Living as I do in suburbia, it's hard to find architecture that's been around for more than a couple of decades, if that long. Most everything around here is new enough that it was built without the kind of customized craftsmanship and care that typified older buildings. No one's ever going to say that 1990s bungalow has great bones.

Still, you can find snippets or flashes of interesting stuff if you look carefully enough. And some of the faux features in, on and around one of the local malls are just decent enough to trick the eye into thinking they're worth a second look.

Sure, it's a big trick. But one I'm happy to fall victim to, because otherwise I'd be staring at emptiness. And that would be even worse.